This Is It

teacher Chris Evans x student male reader

SMUT!! Bottom Male Reader and top Chris:)

Requested by: @avengingducklord

"Hey can I request Teacher!Chris Evans x Male Reader with Dom, Daddy, Scent, and Body Worship Kink. Chris is a teacher at this high school or college and reader is a student taking one of his classes. Student’s an athlete so he’s always coming to class sweaty and Chris is fascinated by this kid’s scent. The student is incredibly attracted to Chris and notices he likes how sweaty he is so he takes any opportunity to be close to Chris and have him smell reader, until Chris can’t take it anymore and drags reader to his house and takes him". ------------------------------------------------------------

Note: I made this a college au instead of highschool, also I didn't really understand the request but I did my best to try and make it a good story for you.

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Warnings: SMUT 🔞, daddy kink, bottom M! Reader, top Chris Evans, scent kink, body worship, spanks, degradation, teacher and student kink. ------------------------------------------------------------

@definitelynotxray requested: literally anything with smut so they can be tagged in this story 2 ig. ------------------------------------------------------------

Remember this is in your point of view, as if your thinking this. That's why it say "I" instead of "you" I just thought I'd put this because people always ask why I put I on a lot of my stories...

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M/N POV:

I was late to class again and on top of that I was drenched in sweat and I stunk, I just knew I was in a lot of trouble I'm always late because of stupid soccer practice. My teacher Mr. Evans had it out for me and I just knew that he would enjoy yelling at me for being late infront of the whole class. Just then I finally make it to class loudly barging in which causes everyone to look at me including Mr. Evans 'oh God I'm in trouble now' I think to myself..

Chris: "Mr. L/N, your late to my class again"

M/N: "I'm so sorry Mr. Evans it won't happen again"

Chris: "if your late again your out of my class"

M/N: "ok Mr. Evans, I'm sorry I promise it won't happen ever again"

Chris: "Mr. L/N, be quiet and go sit down"

I do as I'm told not wanting to start any fights with him and I go sit down but I notice something weird, as I walk past Mr. Evans he smells me but as he smells me he doesn't looked disgusted at the sweat smell, for some reason he kinda looks like he's turned on by it as I sit down and I look at him and notice he quickly puts his hand over his now evident bulge before quickly turning around and walking to the chalkboard 'what the hell is going on?' I think to myself as he starts talking about the lesson for the day. The whole class period all I can think about is how Mr. Evans got turned on by the smell of my sweat, at first I didn't understand and was kinda weirded out by it but the more I started thinking about it the more I got turned on as well. Finally the bell rings and everyone gets up leaving the classroom as Mr. Evans tells us to remember that we have a new exam this Wednesday, I didn't listen during class so I have no idea what's going on.

Chris: "Mr. L/N, please stay after class I have to speak with you about something"

I walked over to his desk and stood there as the rest of the class left the classroom Mr. Evans walked over to the door and shut it. He walked back over to his desk and stood there silently for a second as he stared at me, finally after what felt like an eternity he decided to speak.

Chris: "Mr. L/N, I wanted to ask why you always come into my class late and sweaty"

M/N: "oh uh, well I have soccer practice around this time and that's really important to me so I don't wanna miss it, I guess that's why I come to class late sometimes but it's only like a minute or so in when I finally get to class"

Chris: "M/N I don't care, this class should be important to you not some stupid soccer practice"

M/N: "it is important to me but soccer is just as important"

For some reason I was getting nervous as we spoke and I started sweating again after about a minute I could already smell the stench of sweat just seeping out of my pores.

Chris: "uh, well like I uh, I said if your late again, your o- out of this class"

I was confused as to why Mr. Evans started stuttering and blushing like crazy just then I noticed him place his hand Infront of his bulge again, I was definitely sure now that he was turned on from the smell of my sweat and that's when I got an idea.

M/N: "Mr. Evans please, I'll do anything just don't kink me out of your class"

He stood still for a second after I said that, I could tell that he was thinking about something.

Chris: "anything?"

M/N: "yes, I'll do anything"

I walked closer to him as I said that and I placed my hands onto his rock hard chest. He tensed up at that and quickly cleared his throat, he looked down at me (because he was taller) and stared at me after about a minute he slowly leaned down kissing my plump lips. At first I was surprised at how dominant he was but I obviously kissed him back. We were kissing for about a minute and a half before we finally had pull away for some air.

Chris: "we can't do this here, I'll get fired if we get caught let's take this to my house it's just across the street, literally "

M/N: "okay"

We ended up gathering up all our things and walking to Mr. Evans's house acting as if nothing has happened. All I wanted to do was kiss him again but I didn't want us getting caught, it felt like his house was five million miles away in reality it was like 2 minutes down the street.

Once we finally got to his house and got inside we threw our things on the floor and immediately starting kissing. Soon the kissing escalated and we started ripping off each other's clothes as he lead me to his bedroom.

Once we got into the bedroom he picked me up and tosses me on to his bed causing it to shake and creek a little when I land. He gets on top of me and starts kissing me again, he starts grinding and pretty soon I feel his cock harden against my leg causing me to smile he was obviously getting more anxious and he starts to roughly grind against me as we kiss.

Chris: "I wanna fuck you so hard, god you smell so fucking good baby"

M/N: "Mhmm, fuck me daddy"

Chris: "I gotta prep you first"

He kissed me one more time before he slowly brings himself down kissing my body along the way until he finally reaches my bottom half. He flips me over so that I'm now on my stomach and spreads my cheeks looking at my tight pink hole. He then spits on my hole and starts eating me out causing me to loudly moan at the sensation, his tongue feels amazing I practically can't even speak I've never actually been eaten out before so my first time feels great but odd at the same time it's new to me.

I can tell that this won't be the last time. Soon he starts to finger me as he continues to eat me out switching between the 2. after awhile he adds a 2nd finger then a 3rd finger and pretty soon I'm all stretched out and ready for his cock he stands up and grabs a bottle of lube from his dresser. He poured the lube on his hand and rubbed it on to his 10 inch cock, I was so impatient all I wanted was his dick, after what felt like an eternity of laying there waiting for him to be inside me he finally lined up his cock and slowly pushed it into my hole.

I moaned as he bottomed out inside of me I expected him to start moving right away but he just sat still letting me get used to the size of his cock, after a little while he started moving his cock in and out of my hole slowly so I wouldn't be in pain, soon his thrusts started to become faster and more violent. I was in heaven...

He thrusts his cock in and out of my hole as I start clenching around him. He moans in my ear as he Starts pounding my hole faster little by little, our moans become louder I'm almost positive that someone would of had to hear us. The sound of skin slapping against skin becomes louder and he starts fucking into me even harder.

Out of nowhere I feel his tongue lick the sweat off my neck which caused me to moan like a bitch in heat, he continues to pound into me like there's no tomorrow he fucks me with such passion and skill I just wish that this would never end it would be a dream come true to be his and to have him use me whenever he wanted everyday.

Chris: "you like that bitch?"

M/N: "yes daddy"

Chris: "you gonna be late to my class again?"

M/N: "no sir, I promise I won't"

I know he enjoyed that from the way he slams into me again.

Chris: "God your so fucking tight baby, I love your tight little fucking hole"

I moan in response as he fucks me into the mattress I feel as if I'm on cloud 9, it's like Mr. Evans is my own personal brand of crack I can't get enough of him and his 10 inch cock. He fucks me like it's the last time he ever will (I hope not) and as soon as I thought it was getting better he pulls out and moves to sit next to me I look over and see him smiling causing me to give him a look that basically says 'why the fuck did you stop?' just then he taps his lap a few times and I know exactly what he wants me to do. I get up and lay across his lap as he slaps his hand down onto my right cheek causing me to moan at the sensation of the slap.

Chris: "count slut"

M/N: "yes daddy"

SMACK

M/N: "one"

SMACK

M/N: "two"

SMACK

M/N: "t- three"

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

M/N: "four"

Pretty soon for became five then six, then seven, eight nine, ten, eleven, twelve until we got to...

SMACK

M/N: "thir- thirteen"

He continues to spank me as I count along and soon the slaps became harder it causes tears to start to spill from the corner of my eyes, my ass is stinging but the pain of the snacks turns me on all I want is for him to start fucking me again.

After a few more smack's on my ass he picks me up and moves me bending me over the bed then he gets up and stands behind me I wait patiently like a good boy and suddenly he slams his cock back into me causing me to practically scream as he starts fucking me at a rough and brutal pace.

He fucks my hole harder than he did before (which I didn't even think was possible) suddenly his cock slams into my prostate for the first time that day, I grab the bedsheets and hold on for dear life as tears appear in the corner of my eyes again from the amount of pleasure I was feeling.

His cock feels amazing in me as he continuously rams his dick into my prostate, it's a sensation I don't think I'll ever get used to I absolutely love the feeling of his cock inside of me Pounding in and out God if I could stay like this forever I would.

M/N: "harder Da- daddy"

Chris: "what was that slut?"

He smacks my ass causing me to moan again.

he doesn't stop his brutal pace he just gets rougher slamming his dick into me.

Chris: "take that dick you fucking slut"

He slaps my ass again and watches as it wiggles from both the slap and his thrusts, I feel as if I could cum any second without even touching myself I could cum just from his cock slamming into my prostate 'god this is so hot' I think.

Chris: "god M/N I love your fat bubble butt"

I don't know how it's possible but He starts fucking my ass so hard the bed starts to move a little on the floor and just as the pleasure of his cock was starting to feel even better he suddenly comes to a stop and pulls his dick out of my ass leaving me feeling empty I can tell he just loves to torture me, he moves over to the head of the bed and I understand what the wants me to do, he wants me to start riding his cock...

After he had changed position's he lays down on his back as I crawled over to him and straddle him then I line his cock up with my hole, it slides right in and I start to ride him as if there's no tomorrow his hands grab onto my hips as I place my hands onto his chest to keep myself steady as I continue to ride him into the mattress. We're both covered in sweat at this point the musk fills the room it overwhelms me and I lose control and lean forward sniffing him and rubbing my nose against his sweat covered neck then to my surprise he brings his head up and licks my neck cleaning some of the sweat as I see him about to go for more I get back up not leaning down anymore and ride his cock harder. God his body was so sexy it's all I could think about in class everyday, I keep riding him his cock filling my ass to the brim leaving me feeling full I can't help but stare at his body thinking about how lucky am to be getting fucked by a man like this. Some people might say that this is inappropriate because he's my teacher and all but I really didn't care this was all I thought about in class all I wanted and now that I finally have him I'm not ever gonna let him go. I stare at his six-pack trying to focus, as I ride him I start tracing his abs with my finger as fuck myself good and hard on his large cock, I feel how hard his abs actually are and I'm surprised I knew that they were hard on some level but I had no idea that his abs would be this hard. Damn

M/N: "God, Mr. Evans I love your body so much it's so fucking hot"

His face turns red as he blushes at my compliment.

Chris: "thanks baby boy"

He giggles at the little nickname, His dick slams into my prostate over and over and over and I ride him the bed shakes and squeaks as I bounce up and down on his cock, he kinda had a shitty bed.

M/N: "daddy I- I'm go- gonna cUM"

Chris: "cum baby, show your daddy what a good student you are CUM"

He starts jerking me off and I ride him harder trying to cum from a prostate orgasm, I feel myself getting closer as he jerks me off and I continue riding his cock then I let out an extremely loud moan and cum shooting rope after rope onto his chest, he moans as I tighten around him.

Chris: "O- oh Shi- Shit I'm gonna shoot"

As a way to make him cum faster I pinch both his nipples causing him to moan even louder as I clench my hole again even tighter than before riding him until he finally shoots him huge load into my ass, rope after rope of his creamy delicious cum spills into my ass painting my walls white.

Even though we've already cum I keep bouncing on his cock trying to ride out our highs. After a while I slow down until I come to a complete stop I get off him and feel his cum start to leak out of my ass. I lay next to him putting my head on his chest and immediately the smell of his sweat fills my nostrils and I find myself getting turned on again. He looks at me and kisses my cheek before looking down.

Chris: "hard again huh? How about round 2?"

M/N: "sure thing Mr. Evans"

We start making out and soon end up fucking again round 2 becomes round 3 then round 3 becomes round 4 and so on and so on he fucks me for hours just pounding away at my hole without any mercy 'god I think I love this man' I think to myself as he continues to fuck the living daylights out of me. I knew I would be in pain tomorrow but I also knew it was totally gonna be worth it as I've stated before having my teacher fuck me was a dream of mine ever since I met him and now it was finally coming true. This was my heaven.

I knew this wouldn't be the last time and thank the heavens for that I can't wait to see where this little adventure will take us next...

The end

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The feeling of needing to get something a lot more expensive or something that requires more effort in order to validate your desire to work with the gods or your spirits is just another way capitalism has conditioned you to demonize basic needs and reject them in order to access your own spirituality.

Until recently, filtered water was inaccessible (and depending on where you are, it still is). Your gods and especially ancestors are fascinated with you having access to cleaner water, something they have fought for you to get.

Offer them water. They really do treasure it.

Okay but this is hilarious, just as a concept, from my heritage's perspective at least.

In my culture, not even religion, water is fuentes - or currents - between the living and the spiritual, particularly ancestors. So ancestor altars, and depending on the region maybe even mesas blancas, are heavily reliant on the positioning, number, and upkeep of the water sources placed on the altar or table. They not only carry explicit communications - i.e. prayers, offerings, pleas - but ones that are implicit as well; in this regard, these would be like the way you position the fuentes can impart that you want them to act defensively, offensively, etc. on your behalf. It's really cool and definitely way less prevalent than I originally thought. Then again, my hereditary stuff seldom ever seems to bleed too far beyond the boundaries, something I am slowly gaining an understanding of the more I interact with occultists and other practitioners.

Whether it be through someone you know, family, or your own personal struggles, drug addiction can effect people from all races, classes, and walks of life. The purpose of this spell bottle is to help ease the feeling of addiction, and help recovering addicts remain strong. 

⚠️This is a spell bottle meant to be used along with professional help. It is not meant to act as a replacement for rehab, counseling, or any other form of professional medical help.⚠️

(Ingredients in this spell can be changed and substituted to fit individual needs as required) 

Ingredients: 

🌡 An empty pill bottle 

💊 A taglock or poppet for the person you wish to effect with this spell 

🌡 A name sigil, or the full written name, for the person you wish to effect with this spell 

💊 A sigil for “I break my addictions” burned, and the ash kept to place in your bottle

🌡 A sigil for “Health”

💊 Lemon (extract/essential oil/juice/etc) -You can use this and the following in which ever form you have on hand 

🌡 Mint (extract/essential oil/leafs/etc.) 

💊 Vanilla (extract/essential oil/bean/etc.)

🌡 Garlic (cloves/powder/etc.)

💊 Thyme 

🌡 Allspice 

💊 Amethyst 

🌡 Salt 

💊 A white candle 

🌡 The following rune symbols: Fehu/Frey ᚠ Uruz/Power ᚢ Thurisaz/Thor ᚦ

Preform this spell on a new moon or the day they begin recovery. 

Start by lighting your candle. In the empty pill bottle: Place the poppet/taglock and name sigil/written full name (I wrote the name for mine on a small piece of paper and then rolled it up) in the bottle. 

Add your amethyst, the ash from the “I break my addictions” sigil, lemon, mint, vanilla, garlic, salt, allspice, and thyme. On the outside of the bottle, write/paint/draw your sigil for “Health.” 

As long as you place the poppet/taglock and written name/name sigil in the bottle first you can add the other ingredients in which ever order is convenient. 

While you combine the ingredients, focus on the healing energies, the ability to reach a goal, the strength to over come a struggle, and the protection that you wish to send to the affected person. Feel your bottle strengthen with each ingredient added, and keep your intent focused on helping and healing your target. 

Once all your ingredients are combined on the inside, seal your bottle with the wax from the white candle you’ve been burning. After it’s been sealed, place it either outside or by a window to charge. Around the bottle in a triangle, place the rune symbols (or stones if you have them) to help infuse it with their energy. (I also surrounded my bottle with railroad spikes to help contain the energy while it charged. This is an optional step.)

The next morning, give the bottle to the intended person to keep close to where they sleep. (A bedside table for example). 

MANU RIOS as Patrick Blanco Commerford